When is it in life that I became the driver that poeple beep at? I used to be the impatient driver, young, in a rush, to my very important place to go or just because I was young. Beep, beep, out of my way!
Now I am the mom in my losercruiser (mini-van). At a red light. Daydreaming. Until, beep, beep-at me. I shake off my daydream (my upcoming-no doubt REALLY romantic anniversary night away with hubby this weekend) and start slowly driving. The driver behind me, bugged, b/c thanks to me he is now another 10 seconds delayed.
At the next light, I did the same thing, daydream city. Cherub 1 pipes up, "Uh, mom, you can go now, it's green. It is a good thing there was no one behind you this time. They would be beeping again."
Now, the impatient backseat driver. Soon, she'll be the impatient driver. :o)